And I said, "That's your biggest fantasy? Whew! I just knew you were an S & M kind of guy..."
No, no, no. I didn't say that. I checked my calendar and said, "Absolutely! Now give me that ring!"
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| This is where is all began, my friends! |
The next year, the horses were retired.
The next year, the tunnel was moved to the beginning of the route.
My, my how times have changed!
Especially this year. This year, we ate dinner (as usual); we told The Daughters to get ready (as usual); The Daughters asked if we were going to kiss as we drove through the tunnel and we giggled and said we sure were.
Then, for no reason other than The Daughters are completely and utterly The Daughters, it all went sour.
"Go get your shoes on," I said to Daughter 2.
And she replied, "No. I'm not wearing shoes tonight." Not wearing shoes when the temperature is in the mid-fouries and rain is pouring down is not an option. I hoped my snarled lip and squeezed-together brows would convey that message. It did not, however, as she proceeded to remove her socks and her ponytail holder as well.
In the meantime, Daughter 1 told The Dad she wanted ice cream after we drove through the lights. He told her that the Twinkie she just ate was her dessert, and we wouldn't be buying ice cream. At this time she looked at him with a snarled lip and squeezed-together brows. (Not sure where she gets that.) "Well, I want ice cream," she reiterated as if he didn't understand her language the first time the diva demanded her just desserts.
At the other end of the living room: "Get your shoes on," I reitterated to Daughter 2 just as Daughter 1 stomped right up to me and reported that The Dad was the meanest person she had ever known (and she's known a lot of people) and just what was I going to do about this no-ice-cream rule, she demanded to know.
Daughter 2, in the meantime, pranced her little bare feet right up to The Dad and told him just how unfair I was because wearing no shoes was her choice, and I was not letting her make that choice on her own!
The Dad told Daughter 2, "Just get your shoes on."
I told Daughter 1, "No ice cream."
Without the bat of an eye, The Daughters pronounced at the same time, "Why'd you even get married to each other!?!!?"
The Dad, in much the same way a knight in shining armor locks eyes with his damsel in distress, crossed the living room to me and said, "I married your mother because I love her. She's genuine. She works hard. She loves all the time; she gives everything she has to her family. She's funny. She's beautiful. She's amazing and caring and kind, and I love her."
Ahhh...
The Daughters were even stopped mid-whine. I looked at him and took his face in my hands and passionately kissed that romantic, sensative, sweet mouth, then threw my arms around his neck in a lingering hug.
As he buried his face in my neck, he took a deep breath said, "I do wonder why I let you stop taking the pill, though..."
